ME: Time to two certain canon characters to depart, one more dramatically than the other.
I have just received orders from the President himself; at 1800 Hours today (Eastern Daylight Time, the time used for this part of District Eleven and part of District Seven, as well as all of Districts Six, Eight and Twelve), the Peacemaking Brigade is to leave and return to District Two for rest-and-relaxation as a reward for pacifying District Eleven. District Eleven's Garrison will now be fully responsible for law enforcement once again, for with our aid they have snuffed out the spark before it could burn down our Nation.
After giving Clark his office back, I walk into the Officers' Club. A television is on, displaying the Hunger Games.
It is not a good day to be Thresh, for District Two's remaining Tribute, Cato, has tracked him down.
Though Thresh evidently got strong working as a farmer, soon Cato, being a true warrior who has trained all his life to maximize his chances at bringing pride, honor and nutrients to our home, is eventually able to get the upper hand and slice off his opponent's right hand.
Thresh screams in pain, clutching his bleeding stump. He really should have simply snapped Clove's neck and gave his opponent a merciful death, otherwise he's a useless hypocrite who's getting his comeuppance and not liking the shoe being on the other foot.
"FOR CLOVE!" Cato shouts before using his Gladius to decapitate Thresh in one swing; unlike Thresh, Cato has decided to end the life of an enemy but make it as painless as possible.
It is a shame Clove is no longer alive; it would be nice to have two Victors instead of one.
On the bright side, Cato now has three opponents left; both of District Twelve's Tributes (I wonder how that alcoholic fool Haymitch has remained sober enough to talk to Sponsors let alone get their money) and the female Tribute from District Five, Finch.
Both of the Tributes from Twelve should be his main priority; the girl, Katniss Everdeen, is an ace with a bow and arrow (which I am suspicious of; are the anti-poaching laws not enforced over there?), while the boy Peeta was injured but is strong for a non-Career Tribute, especially when considering his birthplace. Finch seems to be more oriented towards stealth and deception (given how she stole food from the Career Pack), but she could prove to be trouble for Cato.
Nothing else happens, so I help prepare the departure of my subordinates. In addition to the Regiment's train, I have six strategic airlifter hovercraft each capable of transporting over a hundred passengers. That does not take into account all the other aircraft the Peacemaking Brigade has; I may not command a Garrison, but I do have a force capable of backing up my words with action. For that I am grateful.
As the sun sets on District Eleven's Central City, Peacekeepers either board the train or hovercraft or load equipment first. Trains have more cargo capacity than hovercraft due to their larger size, which in my honest opinion makes up for their slower speed (that and it is much easier to maintain train cars; due to magnetic levitation, they never touch the ground unless they stop, while the trains servicing Fort Cheyenne use older, conventional wheels-on-rail technology and thus need more maintenance; though hovercraft by comparison make maintaining Cheyenne's trains and their lines look like child's play given how complex they are).
Instead of my hovercraft, this time I choose to ride on the train. My quarters are a bit cramped, but unlike most of my troops I have a combined bedroom/office. I would not accept the comforts of my private quarters if not for the fact I need proper rest to run the Brigade.
"Sir," I report to the President via videocall, "all of my troops have left the Central City of District Eleven. Within five hours we will back at Two."
"Excellent work, General Thread," the majestic leader of our Nation replies. "I will pass on the good news to your brother. Snow out."
It will be good to see my twin brother Remus and our sister after nearly a week alone from our home District. If there is one thing I am grateful for, it is the fact I was assigned to District Two (though to the Peacemaking Brigade) like him; even the prestigious post of Head Peacekeeper of the Capitol would not suit me, for I would miss my family too much. Ever since our "mother" abandoned us, I have never taken my siblings for granted. Because we forged a bond growing up in a community home as disgraced children of a whore. And our bond goes beyond blood.
ME: A/N: I named Foxface "Finch" after her movie name, namely because Thread isn't the type to use her nickname. The strategic airlifter hovercraft are the equivalent of the C-130J-30.